objective.
“Stop, don’t fire,” Jorge called from the doorway. “Somebody is coming up the staircase. They’ll hear the gunshot.”
Mancini turned his head back to the doorway. He didn’t want to leave the poor maid to suffer but also couldn’t run the risk of a lengthy detention by the authorities, or even being seen and identified by potential witnesses to the horrific activities. Sighing heavily, Mancini retreated, flicked on the safety and replaced his handgun into his waistband, out of sight.
“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered to Trey. “We’ll have to leave this mess to the cops.”
The three of them slunk out of the apartment and Jorge nodded towards the staircase on the opposite side of the building. “Let’s take the other route.”
The sound of running footsteps and the squawk of a two-way radio caused them to turn back to Jorge’s apartment. A beefy guy dressed in a dark blue security guard’s uniform hurried across the balcony, followed by two more men, dressed in white work shirts and black chinos. The security guy spoke into his radio mic as he bundled into Jorge’s apartment. A few people stepped from their doorways, out onto the balcony to see what the commotion was all about. Their faces were fixed in bemusement and confusion, staring towards the source of the noise as Mancini, Trey and Jorge brushed by, keeping their heads down and turned away from the gathering crowd.
“This situation is going to end badly,” Mancini hissed, as the three of them hurried down the staircase. “I should have popped them both.”
The sound of police sirens wailed from somewhere nearby as Mancini, Trey and Jorge speedily walked towards the gate at the end of the driveway. Mancini crouched and scooped up Jorge’s cell phone from the ground as they hastily moved. They turned back to the apartment block when they heard an agonized shriek and saw the security guy tumbling headlong over the balcony balustrade with the naked Latino girl entangled around his body. The two bodies landed heavily onto the top of the car parked alongside the building. The vehicle’s windshield and side window glass shattered as the roof crumpled with a hollow crunching sound.
“Ah, fuck, man,” Trey groaned.
The crowd of a dozen or so people leaned over the balustrade to stare at the carnage below. They babbled to each other, pointing to the naked Latino girl gorging on the flesh of the unconscious security guy as he lay on his back on top of the bowed car roof. Mancini cringed when he noticed a couple of the bystanders filming the grisly proceedings on their cell phone cameras. The last thing they needed was to be caught on footage. No doubt the recordings would soon be uploaded to the internet, for all and sundry throughout the entire world to view.
“Get moving,” Mancini growled at Trey and Jorge, turning his back on the apartment block.
They reached the gateway and glanced back to the building when more screaming sounds pierced the air. The two guys in white shirts carried the blood stained maid between them as they emerged from the apartment doorway. She thrashed around in their arms and transparent liquid erupted from her mouth, spraying the surrounding people gathered on the balcony. The maid’s head shook violently and she snarled before biting into the leading guy’s forearm. He howled in pain as blood spurted from the bite in a sideways direction. The maid squirmed in their grasp and eventually shook herself free. She leapt at an old man, who stood at the edge of the balcony and bit into the top of his bald head.
“Oh, my god,” Trey gasped. “This is insane. Maybe we should go right back there and wipe them all out.”
Mancini, Trey and Jorge jumped backwards, out the way of two police cars with flashing lights and blaring sirens. The vehicles screeched around the corner of the gateway and zoomed towards the apartment block.
“Nothing we can do now,” Mancini said. “Let’s get
“Stop, don’t fire,” Jorge called from the doorway. “Somebody is coming up the staircase. They’ll hear the gunshot.”
Mancini turned his head back to the doorway. He didn’t want to leave the poor maid to suffer but also couldn’t run the risk of a lengthy detention by the authorities, or even being seen and identified by potential witnesses to the horrific activities. Sighing heavily, Mancini retreated, flicked on the safety and replaced his handgun into his waistband, out of sight.
“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered to Trey. “We’ll have to leave this mess to the cops.”
The three of them slunk out of the apartment and Jorge nodded towards the staircase on the opposite side of the building. “Let’s take the other route.”
The sound of running footsteps and the squawk of a two-way radio caused them to turn back to Jorge’s apartment. A beefy guy dressed in a dark blue security guard’s uniform hurried across the balcony, followed by two more men, dressed in white work shirts and black chinos. The security guy spoke into his radio mic as he bundled into Jorge’s apartment. A few people stepped from their doorways, out onto the balcony to see what the commotion was all about. Their faces were fixed in bemusement and confusion, staring towards the source of the noise as Mancini, Trey and Jorge brushed by, keeping their heads down and turned away from the gathering crowd.
“This situation is going to end badly,” Mancini hissed, as the three of them hurried down the staircase. “I should have popped them both.”
The sound of police sirens wailed from somewhere nearby as Mancini, Trey and Jorge speedily walked towards the gate at the end of the driveway. Mancini crouched and scooped up Jorge’s cell phone from the ground as they hastily moved. They turned back to the apartment block when they heard an agonized shriek and saw the security guy tumbling headlong over the balcony balustrade with the naked Latino girl entangled around his body. The two bodies landed heavily onto the top of the car parked alongside the building. The vehicle’s windshield and side window glass shattered as the roof crumpled with a hollow crunching sound.
“Ah, fuck, man,” Trey groaned.
The crowd of a dozen or so people leaned over the balustrade to stare at the carnage below. They babbled to each other, pointing to the naked Latino girl gorging on the flesh of the unconscious security guy as he lay on his back on top of the bowed car roof. Mancini cringed when he noticed a couple of the bystanders filming the grisly proceedings on their cell phone cameras. The last thing they needed was to be caught on footage. No doubt the recordings would soon be uploaded to the internet, for all and sundry throughout the entire world to view.
“Get moving,” Mancini growled at Trey and Jorge, turning his back on the apartment block.
They reached the gateway and glanced back to the building when more screaming sounds pierced the air. The two guys in white shirts carried the blood stained maid between them as they emerged from the apartment doorway. She thrashed around in their arms and transparent liquid erupted from her mouth, spraying the surrounding people gathered on the balcony. The maid’s head shook violently and she snarled before biting into the leading guy’s forearm. He howled in pain as blood spurted from the bite in a sideways direction. The maid squirmed in their grasp and eventually shook herself free. She leapt at an old man, who stood at the edge of the balcony and bit into the top of his bald head.
“Oh, my god,” Trey gasped. “This is insane. Maybe we should go right back there and wipe them all out.”
Mancini, Trey and Jorge jumped backwards, out the way of two police cars with flashing lights and blaring sirens. The vehicles screeched around the corner of the gateway and zoomed towards the apartment block.
“Nothing we can do now,” Mancini said. “Let’s get
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